Luxury Bunkers…No. Really.
Hey, you remember a while back when I wrote about how Rich and Powerful People (R&PPs) were investing in their luxury bunkers so that if, per chance, the decisions they’re making for the rest of us go horribly wrong and the whole planet goes belly up?
You thought I was joking, didn’t you?
Oh, ye of little faith. I was dead solid serious. (Stress on the dead.) Check out this CNN article on companies which are building apocalypse shelters for R&PPs everywhere, “Billionaire bunkers: How the 1% are preparing for the apocalypse,” by Elizabeth Stamp, CNN, 7th August 2019, https://edition.cnn.com/style/article/doomsday-luxury-bunkers/index.html.
They are kind of amazing, actually. The bunkers I mean. Supposedly, some of them even come with LED panels that look and feel like windows or skylights, meaning that you feel like your outside even though you’re many feet underground. Upstairs, the world will be ruin and ash, but down where you are, things will be just ducky.
Sorry, dude. You're not getting in.
Oh, and I visited a few of the webpages of the companies profiled in this article. They had some remarkable images of their various bunkers. I think my favorite one showed a luxurious (if underground) living room complete with fake skylights and windows, a pool table, a bar, and art on the wall. Among that last, the art, was a framed illustration showing three very young children, joyfully playing in an idyllic setting.
Quite lovely, I thought, for the billionaires. After the choices they have made, which will have condemned the world to fury and flame…
While real children are really suffering or dying…incinerated in the nuclear war they didn’t stop from happening, sickened by the pandemics for which they saw no need to prepare (“The cure can’t be worse than the disease”), starving or freezing or suffering heat stroke because of a climate crisis which they didn’t consider worth preventing (“junk science”)…
They can look at these happy unreal children, laughing in the sun…
And never feel so much as a twinge of guilt.
Until next time…
Onward and Upward.
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